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92 ~ Thrones of Betrayal
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2025-06-02 06:10:32“I watched Elizabeth shoot Brinda. I watched her…” Marshall’s voice cracked. “All I did was a facade, man. I couldn't have killed Brinda. I can't. It's all because of her that Brinda is missing today.”
His eyes shimmered—not with tears, but with something deeper. A hollow sadness. A guilt that clung like smoke to his lungs.Scar exhaled, arms folded. “Your obsession with Brinda might lead to your destruction.”Marshall’s lips curled into a smirk—maddened, broken. “Let it destroy me. I don't care.” He dropped to his knees like a ruined priest before a shrine. “I thought you accepted Alice.”Scar tilted his head. “Didn’t you say…”“Don't you know?” Marshall interrupted. “A mafia only gives his heart once.” He lifted his head and met Scar’s eyes. “And I gave mine to Brinda. She’s hurt me. Over and over. But I still can’t see her existence snuffed out. I'd rather chain her, hide her from the world, bathe her, feed her… I don’t need her love.
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